This is a poem I just wrote. If yas want rate it. Mail me the rating.
Sorrows overflowing the brim,
tears droping onto the trim,
of a bloodsoaked shirt.
Colors seen all dull and grey,
all I can do now is to pray.
Free my anguis, free my soul,
fate is now collecting it's toll.
My crime of evil, my crime of hate,
realization comes all too late.
My blood is pouring into my lap,
like the water from the tap.
Out in the world people died,
by the same way I have tried.
The blade falls from my cold hand,
my hourglass has drop it's final sand.
Heed my words and love yourself,
Feel the joy I never felt.
(poem is the work of Matthew J. Soma alias Jekuno)
 Jekuno · Sat Sep 25, 2004 @ 07:05am · 0 Comments |
